2003-01-28 :: Donuts in Grenada
So yesterday we said our goodbyes, paid our exit fees, and caught
our flight off the island. As promised, it was a pretty exciting trip-
it was a small prop plane, that seated about nine people on four
two-person benches (the extra person was a kid that sat next to the pilot.
I think the kid made everyone nervous when he said "What buttons am I not
supposed to push?"). The overall flight took less than twenty minutes,
including a stopover we made in Carriacou. Aye.. It was a bit nerve
racking looking out the window and thinking about how little was holding
us up in the air (needless to say, it brought back memories of the
skydiving stories I'm sure you've heard more than once from me).
While we're in Grenada, we're staying at the Siesta Hotel. It's just
a few blocks away from the Grand Anse beach (which Amy says is
somewhat famous). Last night after we got in, we just walked around a
bit trying to find something to eat. We settled on an Italian place
just up the street from us. Wow.. While it took forever to get the
food, it was worth the wait (especially since we were afraid we'd
have to eat at KFC). It was a bit bizarre walking around the neighborhood.
For some reason it reminded me a lot of the Technopole in France.
Maybe it was just that we had to walk across a large field and through
a weird mall (that looked like The Cora) to get anywhere. Ahh.. nostalgia.
The view from the hotel
Today (Tuesday), we woke up and walked down the street to go to
a store enticingly marked with a big "Mike's Donuts" sign. Heh heh..
the place was kind of a trip. When we walked in, an older guy (Mike?)
was bickering with the lady behind the counter (maybe Mike's wife?)
about getting his coffee. On the counter was a jar marked "Swearing
Cup" that had several dollars and coins in it. The lady was friendly
to us and told us to ignore the other guy as he "thinks he should
have his coffee before the customers". When the next guy in line ordered
a cup of coffee, Mike said something like "Your going to have to
wait, because that asshole out there got the last cup".. We chuckled
to ourselves and went to a table outside to munch on our donuts.
After a few minutes Mike came out and had a seat at a table with
some customers. While smoking a cigarette, Mike rambled on
about different things, occasionally punctuating his sentences with
various curse words. In one of his stories he was talking about
buying toys for his kid.. The line we liked was something like
"We buy all these toys.. his room is like a gaddamn toys-r-us. And you
know what he plays with? pots and pans. Eh? Pots and pans!"..
Heh heh.. The guy was real friendly, and very likeable for some
reason. Amy and I started talking about how we should open a donut
store on Union Island (next door to Tim and Cambria's youth hostel,
of course), and call it "Craig and Amy's Gaddamn Donuts". Our
schtick will be like Mike's, we'll go around angry and swearing all
the time, but in a way that's more comical than spiteful. Sigh..
Remind me to start playing the lottery when I get back.
After donuts, we changed at the hotel and walked over to the beach.
I guess it's famous because it goes on for so long (plus there are a
bunch of resort hotels along the way). After Union, we weren't all that
impressed, but hey, it's another tropical island. Every so often a
vendor would stroll by trying to sell tourist things.. As Todd would
Since the food was so good there last night, we went back to the
same Italian place for lunch today. Ahh.. I can't begin to describe
how good the food was. Maybe it's just that when we're traveling,
it's always a relief to find a place that is good and has something
Amy can eat (i.e., vegetarian). After lunch we hopped in a packed
van and went into St. George's. It's definitely a cute, harbor town.
We walked up a hill to an old fort (which looked like it was still
being used as a local prison..?), and took in the view. We piddled
around the city a bit, but the streets were noisy and busy, so we
didn't feel too inclined to stay. We checked email at an internet
cafe, and then caught another van back to our area. For dinner tonight
we went to a resort up the street. It was a huge mistake, as it
was overpriced tourist food. Grenada's been fun, but.. It sort of
makes you sad to think about how flavorless these tourist package
deals can be.. That's just an opinion though. I'm sure it beats
sitting at home looking at the cold Atlanta skies..